Truth Of A Real Religion
A few hours make his bed seem like a thinking thought,
Anything faces the same way as the beds, anyone is at the protrusion,
Then fences are built to make how long the room rests for the rested.
From the foolish beds of truth and falsehood, a real religion has been
Born. From reactions and forces a new frock is worn, with similar
Actions to ax and similar bleaches and detergents in the household.
Answering a pressure shall obey him, and those who obey him hear
The hellos and goodbyes of this existence as it stays at rest,
Finding faults with this eye and shoulder brings up hope.
The mouth twitch makes a gentle nodding, the rest has achieved
New work of the world to bend and be a strong point,
Fixing and fastening to make a new century of thought.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Who Else Other Than Me Know What I Am Thinking
I think mainly based
On my impressions on
The happenings around
Likely and very much likely
None other's impression
Will be similar
Hence, none other thinks
The way I think about an event
My level of understanding or otherwise
My level of value additing or otherwise
My level of experience to an earlier similar event
Are unique to me
And no one can make out
The thoughts processed in me
Based on these
I know some evolved people appreciate
The uniqueness of one thought
And make no attempt to judge on that
Some, however, claim foolishly
That they know who is thinking what
Please appreciate the fact
Who else other than me know what I am thinking
Understand this please
Accept this fact and
Accommodate me, even if found foolish
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Qou Vadis, Melvin
Let us start with
An immovable object
Meeting an irresistible force,
What happens, Melvin?
Start with a glass
Half filled,
Half empty,
What now Melvin,
What do you see?
What will you say?
Or the most common
Argument of a hand
With a small bird
Held by an old man,
And you are the young
Boy asking, what do
You say now Melvin?
Is the bird alive or
Dead, is the bed forever
Remembered or forgotten?
A squeaking bed,
A bed,
Now, just any kind of bed
Reduced to an essence of bed
Like any other kind of bed
Where you sleep, in fact
Where everybody sleeps
The bed is now forgotten
And all squeaking beds
Are similar, nothing significant
And all the faces you met
Are similar faces in the
Marketplace, in the most
Common places of your heart,
That is forgetting something
That you cannot really forget,
Make them so familiar, so ordinary,
You get immunized, you get so numb
All of them similar, so affordable
Nothing hurts anymore, nothing
Even if you remember, there is nothing anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Social Fools
If you obey societys rules
You will be societys fools
Youll obey and then disobey
Youll disobey but then youll obey
You thought your mom and dad were fools
You never wanted to listen in school
Now your mind wont go where you want to take it
You got a ride but youre not gonna make it
Youll never catch up!
Dad. pass the catsup!
Clean that mess up! listen up!
If you obey societys fools
Youll be societys tools
And youll obey and then disobey
Youll disobey but then youll obey
You thought your mom and dad were queer
You always wanted egg in your beer
Now your dog wont go
When you try to make it
Hes got a bone but hes not gonna shake it
If you take societys tools
You will make societys rules
Which youll obey and then disobey
Youll disobey but then youll obey
Thats all for now
Thats all we know
This is the end
song performed by by Devo
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Dignity
at par
with you
my equal
in this fight
you are
so gentle
when i
lose the grip of
my sword and it falls
on the ground
you have the courage
to pick it up
for me and tell
me
i need it most now
and then
the point of the sword
now faces
frozen at the eye
of my heart
i stare
coldly and i perspire
to the thought
of my death
at this point
you say
tnanks it is fair
and i look at
you again
at par
shoulder to shoulder
my equal
you let me go
you put your sword
in your scabbard
and take the stride
on your white horse
and leave me
agape my mouth
opens
you are at par
with me
my equal
you have all the chance
to kill me at once
but you didn't
you make me live
now
a new man
a fighter rising from his fall
gentle and
brave as ever
to fight
my own wars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Does Anyone Know
Music : klaus meine
Lyrics: klaus meine
Is this world out of control
Say what is right what is wrong
Do I know this world at all
I think I do but then I dont
Im confused by what I see
I try to understand
But it makes no sense at all
Im confused by what I feel
I thought that our love
Was something that is real
Does anyone know
The truth were looking for
Cant find it anymore
Does anyone know
How to make me feel
For something that is real
So many things that I recall
When we were young just flying high
Can we turn our fate at all
I wish we could say dont you cry
Im confused by what I hear
Girl it seems to me
Were losing after all
Im confused by what I feel
I thought that our love
Was something that is real
Does anyone know
The truth were looking for
Cant find it anymore
Does anyone know
How to make me feel
For something that is real
Another day has just begun
Life goes on theres no return
How can I trust anyone
When honesty is such a dirty word
Does anyone know
The truth were looking for
Cant find it anymore
Does anyone know
How to make me feel
For something that is real
Does anyone know
The truth were looking for
Cant find it anymore
Does anyone know
How to make me feel
For something that is real
Yeah
song performed by by Scorpions
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Honest Goodbyes
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's o.k. to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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The Wander-Light
And they heard the tent-poles clatter,
And the fly in twain was torn –
'Tis the soiled rag of a tatter
Of the tent where I was born.
And what matters it, I wonder?
Brick or stone or calico? –
Or a bush you were born under,
When it happened long ago?
And my beds were camp beds and tramp beds and damp beds,
And my beds were dry beds on drought-stricken ground,
Hard beds and soft beds, and wide beds and narrow –
For my beds were strange beds the wide world round.
And the old hag seemed to ponder
('Twas my mother told me so),
And she said that I would wander
Where but few would think to go.
"He will fly the haunts of tailors,
He will cross the ocean wide,
For his fathers, they were sailors
All on his good father's side."
Behind me, before me, Oh! my roads are stormy
The thunder of skies and the sea's sullen sound,
The coaster or liner, the English or foreign,
The state-room or steerage the wide world round.
And the old hag she seemed troubled
As she bent above the bed,
"He will dream things and he'll see things
To come true when he is dead.
He will see things all too plainly,
And his fellows will deride,
For his mothers they were gipsies
All on his good mother's side."
And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams,
And my dreams are wild dreams, and old dreams and new;
They haunt me and daunt me with fears of the morrow –
My brothers they doubt me – but my dreams come true.
And so I was born of fathers
From where ice-bound harbours are
Men whose strong limbs never rested
And whose blue eyes saw afar.
Till, for gold, one left the ocean,
Seeking over plain and hill;
And so I was born of mothers
Whose deep minds were never still.
I rest not, 'tis best not, the world is a wide one
And, caged for an hour, I pace to and fro;
I see things and dree things and plan while I'm sleeping,
I wander for ever and dream as I go.
I have stood by Table Mountain
On the Lion at Capetown,
And I watched the sunset fading
From the roads that I marked down,
And I looked out with my brothers
From the heights behind Bombay,
Gazing north and west and eastward,
Over roads I'll tread some day.
For my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low;
I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.
poem by Henry Lawson
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A Love For All Seasons
There's no truth in the rumour
That's all I want to say
There's no room for manoevre
Make sure that it stays
A love for all seasons
October was a drag
Damn it all
You and I were fools
Overcast and sad
Winter blues
Allowing us to cool
When it's grey I know all I want to do
Resort to make-believe
There's no truth in the rumour
That's all I want to say
There's no room for manoevre
Make sure that it stays
A love for all seasons
January comes
Steely blue
Nothing seems to rhyme
With all the noise of spring
Passion wakes
Cos' we hear summertime
When it's grey I know all I want to do
Resort to make-believe
There's no truth in the rumour
That's all I want to say
There's no room for manoevre
so Make sure that it stays
A love for all seasons...
October comes around
As it does
But this time we're prepared
You and I can go
To love land
There's a sunset to be shared
When it's grey I know all I want to do
Resort to make-believe...
There's no truth in the rumour
That's all I want to say
There's no room for manoevre
So Make sure that it stays
There's no truth in the rumour
That's all I want to say
There's no room for manoevre
So Make sure that it stays
A love for all seasons
yeah, a love for all seasons
I said it
January, February, March April,
May, June July,
I love you
August, September,October, November,
I love you, yes i will..
oh cheers
yeah octuber was a fire
and in to 9:00 to 3:00 I love you
both
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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One Similar Second
does the face
of every born child
in a similar second
vary because of
the minute space
each occupies
in the similar second?
does their life differ
because of the space
each of which carries
a different sun, moon,
and planet?
how much can a
second accommodate
in the creation of a planet?
two stones, a river, a mountain?
a single breath of god?
you find the answer in the faces
of all the children born in one
similar second
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Relaxed Mind
A relaxed mind brings fortune to the rest of us,
Minds are alike, minds evoke emotions with the soul,
Finding is the art of thinking, making new thoughts
And worlds of ideas that spring towards the planet.
My making is a design from above, a simple cup,
A similar story, a made film, a beauteous action from divinity.
When does the weather of the soul beat on us?
Heaven’s rain is my relaxation, forever,
And ever. The real soul relaxes, reality brings my promise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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I Pray Ole
Lets say goodbye till tomorrow
With a word sincere
How do you make it through the night
I hope to God youre still here
I pray ole
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
I pray
I pray
Its a God eat God world
Its a dogs tomorrow
And the song and wind
Brings nothing but sorrow
Oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
song performed by by David Bowie
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Devotion (song/poem)
Picked up a four leaf clover
and held it in my hand
I thought about times gone by
Getting to from where I began
I head down long tattered road
Lost and worn for wear
I wonder what shall great when
I ever make it there
When I go home
Will I remember you?
When I go home
Will a memory linger too?
When I go home
Will I know your name?
At one journey's end another beginning
So similar, yet not quite the same
I wonder if true love ever
will truly strike me twice?
Like lightning in a bottle
Zooms past quickly and forever out.of.sight.
Who will be there to hold my hand
On the long journey home?
Though apart we are together
and never quite alone.
When I go home
Will I remember you?
When I go home
Will a memory linger too?
When I go home
Will I know your name?
At one journey's end another beginning
So similar, yet not quite the same
poem by Kristen Brown
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I cannot make the universe obey me. I cannot make other people conform to my own whims and fancies. I cannot make even my own body obey me.
quote by Thomas Merton
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I Pray, Ol
Let's say goodbye till tomorrow
With a word sincere
How do you make it through the night
I hope to God you're still here
I pray Ole
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
I pray
I pray
It's a God eat God world
It's a dog's tomorrow
And the song and wind
Brings nothing but sorrow
Oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
song performed by by David Bowie
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Thanks To You
I have never thought i could make it through
I have never thought i could take the deception
I have never thought this strength to fight against enemies
Thanks To You
you make me stay strong
strong as a men
you make me stand on my feet
i understand the way life goes
I have ever thought i could take the burn
I have never thought I feel this free
Thanks To You
I never afraid of darkness
I never let people bring me down
Thanks To You..
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Go to Work!
Go to the score, go to work,
While my feet arouse the comfort
By sitting down, by lying down
And resting.
When do roads build a future?
And when does rest happen to unrest
On the world’s shoulder?
On this part of the body we raise a doubt
Of sudden thought, of a blind attack
On the rest of the world we live in.
This score is leaving its mark
On the real right world.
Go to the end of this world to deliver
Its message as a rainbow does
With splendour.
Go to work on this day!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Glinda's Theme
Come over here and rest awhile
Look at the trip you've made
I know you must be tired by now
So rest here in the shade
Oh, the journey that you've had to make
I've watched you bear the load
But you can always stay at my place
When you come off the road
And if you ever need someone (need someone)
Count on me anytime (you can count on me)
I'll be here to pick you up
Because a rested body is a rested mind
Because a rested body is a rested mind
(Because a rested body is a rested mind)
A rested body is a rested mind
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Come And Play In The Garden
LITTLE sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,
And run about all over it.
But the fruit we will not pick,
For that would be a naughty trick,
And very likely make us sick.
Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers
That grow about the beds and bowers,
Because you know they are not ours.
We'll take the daisies, white and red,
Because mamma has often said
That we may gather then instead.
And much I hope we always may
Our very dear mamma obey,
And mind whatever she may say.
poem by Ann Taylor
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